Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 111 Martial Arts Practice and Sun and Moon Darkness 【Two in One】

Fan Chen lifted the curtain, his face still had a tired look on his face.

Just as he finished speaking, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Snow, this is snow!"

"God, oh my god, it's really snow! It's snowing!"

Fang Yao raised her head slowly, under the warm yellow lantern light, a piece of ice crystal flower floated down from the air and fell into the wooden bowl in her hand.

"Snow...is it snowing?"

It turns out that it snowed so early in ancient times.

Li Fugui tremblingly raised his withered palm, then patted his thigh vigorously, and said anxiously: "Oh, quickly unfold the shed and put away the things!"

Their pots and pans and tables, as well as the marinated horsemeat, had to be moved quickly to a shelf in the back of the car and put away, covered with tung oiled cloth.

Fang Yao was about to go together with the bowl, when Fan Chen suddenly raised his chin towards her, and said calmly: "You come in."

This kind of tone, as if the boss was looking for a small employee, made Fang Yao very upset. If there was nothing important, Croton would be a must for his dinner.

She also went in with a straight face, but Fan Chen didn't look at her, his face was full of solemnity: "The hanging mirror shows that there is a change in the northeast."

Fang Yao's face broke for a second, "Huh?"

She was about to ask what is a hanging mirror, when suddenly she saw something flickering out of the corner of her eye.

Fang Yao quickly raised her head, and saw that there was a gossip bronze mirror hanging in the middle of the carriage roof, and at the bottom of the mirror was a somewhat familiar metal circle.

"This is……"

She remembered that this was the thing found at Wang Deshun's house in Liyang County, and her mask had absorbed the energy of the light cluster on it.

At this time, the bronze mirror turned faintly, and the back looked like a gossip compass. When the smooth mirror surface turned to Fang Yao's direction, she saw a small group of light black mist in the mirror wantonly messing around on one edge of the mirror. jump up!
"Is this a hanging mirror?" She stared blankly at the mirror.

Fan Chen frowned: "Haven't you seen it before?"

Of course Fang Yao has seen it before. At that time, Fan Chen took the gossip mirror and took a clear picture of the fish monster hiding in the pond, but...

"What's the matter with the black mist in the mirror?" She wondered.

Fan Chen took off the gossip mirror, put it on his fingertips and turned it twice, and said: "This is miasma, and miasma is poisonous. If miasma grows in one place, plague will break out after a long time."

Something flashed in Fang Yao's mind, and suddenly her eyes widened: "You mean... the things that emanate from those monsters... are miasma?"

Fan Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You don't know?"

"..."

Something seems to be revealed.

Fang Yao decided to quibble: "Of course I know that there is black... miasma appearing on this hanging mirror, it must be that there is a plague demon nearby."

"Ah."

Fan Chen squinted at her, and was about to make some sarcasm just now, after all, he said so much, if he didn't know, he would be foolish.

But something suddenly occurred to her mind, she turned her tongue and continued following her words: "It should be within a radius of [-] miles that there are plague monsters."

Fang Yao glared at the small palm-sized mirror in Fan Chen's hand, her eyes sparkled, "You still know the direction and distance of the plague monster?!"

Fan Chen silently put the gossip bronze mirror into his inner pocket, and then said: "Shut up the covetous look on your face, if you dare to attack me, be careful that I will snap off your head."

"..."

Fang Yao rubbed her face, stepped back a little, and immediately showed disgust.

This fan surnamed himself thought he had a bronze mirror of Laoshizi, so he dragged it for two to five or eighty thousand.

She still covets his broken mirror?
Are you mistaken, her mask and booklet are the strongest!

Otherwise, why didn't the fisherman go up by himself? !
As long as she can determine the approximate location, she can also find the epidemic monster, okay?
Probably because her contempt was too obvious, Fan Chen pursed his lips, and said: "There is a compass behind the hanging mirror, where the black fog is, there will be changes."

Fang Yao was secretly surprised, she understood why she and Fan always ran into each other.

It turned out that he wasn't following her, and it was because of the gossip bronze mirror.

"Ah, so..."

Fang Yao nodded lightly, but she was a little excited inside.

Although her mask can determine the general direction, but it is too far away, and the range is very blurred.

Although there are clear clues in the booklet, there will only be hints if they are in a very close place.

Since the Bronze Mirror surnamed Fan still has such benefits, the benefits of following him indeed outweigh the disadvantages.

She was thinking Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, but she said indifferently on the face: "Well, Mr. Fan, I still have some things. Now that you have finished speaking, I will go out first."

"you……"

Her sudden indifference and politeness made Fan Chen uncomfortable, frowning and was about to say something, but the former suddenly backed out.

"Ah, Mr. Mu is awake. I, my servant, have prepared a large bowl of bone soup for you, and there is a lot of meat on it." A Wu Niang came with a bowl of steaming hot bone soup.

outside.

There was already a thin layer of snow on the ground.

Everyone collected almost all their things, leaving only two large iron stoves with thin flames still blazing.

Fang Yao quickly returned to the carriage, Jiang and the child were not there, she put down the curtain, put the bowl on the tea table, put on the mask quickly, and took out the booklet.

Sure enough, there was no change in the brochure, she frowned slightly, it seems that she still has to be within close range...

She opened the curtains again, and the snow stopped. The originally dark sky was just a piece of gray under the mask, and the stars and the moon were faintly visible.

As for the northeast direction that Fan Chen mentioned, there is indeed an extremely imperceptible black mist... The miasma is swaying.

If she remembered correctly, the northeast of Zhenyang County should be the Zhangxiang County she saw on the map not long ago.

But Fang Yao remembered very clearly that in the afternoon, the miasma was not there.

She put away the booklet and remembered another thing.

When she met those killers during the day, she wore a mask, and for several moments, the movements of those people became slow motion in her eyes!

This is by no means an illusion, and it has never appeared before. It should be an upgraded function of the mask!
It's just that she can't control it well.

in case……

"Hey!"

"what!"

Suddenly, everyone shouted in unison from outside.

Fang Yao quickly opened the curtain and saw men and children practicing martial arts seriously in the semi-circle next to the stove.

Even Dabao and Xiaomei stood beside them, stretching their little arms and legs, learning in style.

Yang Gao, who was injured, was like a normal person, pointing around them.

"No, your legs, stand apart!"

"Straighten your arms! Straighten them! Damn, are you doing embroidery punches!"

"That's not bad, just look at him and learn from him."

Fang Yao's eyes lit up, she put on a mask, got out of the carriage, stood beside Dabao, looked at Ah Wu who was pulled to the front and stood as a demonstration, and practiced accordingly.

The most basic squatting stance, punching.

Fang Yao knew that her strength was getting stronger during this time, and when she threw a punch hard, she could hear the wind of her punch in her ears.

If she had the strength now, if she practiced a little more, she might be a master in the future!
The more Fang Yao thought about it, the more excited she became, and she punched vigorously.

Yang Gao quickly spotted her and slowly walked behind her.

Fang Yao originally thought that Yang Gao would probably praise her a few words.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, I heard the fat man click twice, and said with a little distaste: "Oh, the punch looks a little strong, and the horse's stance is so messy, I can knock it down with a single finger..."

"..."

Fang Yao almost vomited blood, this fat man was really rude when he hit someone.

"Brother Yang, the master is different from us. Her arrows in the daytime are piercing people and horses. Have you forgotten?"

Fortunately, her loyal fans are very protective of her face.

Yang Gao seemed to think of this, scratched his head in embarrassment, and walked elsewhere.

Fang Yao's face was a little hot, and when she punched again, she always felt that someone was watching her.

No, someone is really watching me...

She quietly glanced at Fan Chen who was sitting on the carriage board. This guy was half leaning on the wooden board of the carriage door, squinting his eyes and looking at herself lazily.

Damn it, isn't this dog man just looking at her as a joke? !

Fang Yao was about to stand up straight and leave when suddenly she thought of the decision she had made.

She is going to get stronger.

How could he just give up because of a little episode... Even if he was really going to be laughed at.

In Fang Yao's life dictionary, there is no word "I can't do it".

Fang Yao withdrew her gaze and looked at A Wu in the front again.

This time, she held her breath and concentrated.

It turned out that the movements under her legs were very different from Ah Wu's.

She began to adjust her posture slowly, calmed down, and followed the rhythm of the crowd.

"Ha! Hey! Ha..."

Yang Gao didn't say anything, just came over from time to time to give some pointers.

The movement of squatting horse stance looks simple, but actually it takes a lot of energy to practice.

Because he is a beginner, Yang Gao made everyone stick to the kung fu for half a stick of incense at a time, which is considered very good.

After a while, many people didn't hold on, and they were so tired that they were sweating in two or three minutes. On the contrary, seven or eight people including her, A Wu, and Gou Wa did it.

After Yang Gao waved his hand, Fang Yao slowly straightened her legs. As soon as she took a step, she felt her calves trembling.

Turning to look at Ah Wu and the others, they are not much better than her.

Fang Yao slowly moved to the outside of her carriage, stood on tiptoe and sat down carefully.

When she looked up again, Fan Chen was no longer there.

A gust of night wind blew, she shivered from the cold, rubbed her calves, turned around and climbed into the carriage.

The next day.

Because of the long delay the day before, and the next long detour, Li Fugui decided to go on the road earlier after asking Fang Yao.

It was still dark, and the convoy set off again.

Fang Yao woke up early, snuggled up to the window with her new plush blanket in her arms, listened to the whistling wind outside, and carefully opened the car window a little.

In less than a second, she immediately closed the window again.

The temperature dropped sharply and the wind was so strong that it hurt like a knife scraping meat on the face.

However, because the wind is blowing sideways, the doors have not been used yet.

Everyone just replaced the coarse cloth curtains with thin mattresses with reed velvet sandwiched in the middle, and then tucked up the gaps around them tightly, but there was no wind coming in.

The thin mat on the bed was removed, a mattress was placed underneath, and a blanket was spread on the outside.

The four of us slept next to each other in the car, but it wasn't cold at all, but rather warm.

As for the men driving outside, they all put on fur coats made by women in advance, short leather boots, windshield leggings, gloves, and a "three-in-one" hat painted by Fang Yao.

It was almost tightly wrapped, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

However, she was still a little worried, so she lowered her voice and asked Li Fugui in front of her: "Patriarch? Are you cold?"

"It's not cold, it's not cold. It was much colder than this when it snowed last winter. We didn't even have woolen jackets. We came here in reed jackets..."

It was windy outside, and Li Fugui's voice was afraid that she would not be able to hear it, so he responded at the top of his voice.

After a while, the little girl who was sleeping next to Fang Yao's legs wrinkled her face, as if she was about to wake up.

A slightly rough hand reached out and patted the little girl's back lightly. The little girl smacked her mouth and fell asleep again.

Jiang asked softly: "Second sister, didn't you go to bed very late at night when you practiced exercises, why did you wake up so early?"

"..."

Fang Yao was a little embarrassed. She did go out and hide behind the carriage to practice the horse stance a few times at night after Jiang and the children fell asleep.

The first time she squatted, she only lasted for nearly 10 minutes, and she felt like she was going to die.

But after the second and third time, she gradually found that the 10-minute horse stance was not as difficult as it was at the beginning.

Of course, when she woke up, her legs inevitably ached.

Jiang Shi seemed to have seen through her, carefully lifted the blanket, covered her calf with warm hands, and slowly massaged and kneaded her.

Fang Yao's originally sore calf gradually became more comfortable after a moment of sharp pain, and she couldn't help boasting: "Sister, you have learned so many skills, if you can open a massage and massage shop, it will definitely be very popular."

Jiang Shi didn't seem to want to mention these things, so she changed the subject and said, "Don't talk about me, just talk about you. This exercise, although it requires hard work and hard work, it must be done step by step at the beginning..."

Listening to the gentle nagging, Fang Yao felt waves of warm currents in her calf muscles, and she felt drowsy again amidst the bumps and shakes of the car.

When she woke up suddenly, she found that the kerosene lamp was on in the car, and Mrs. Jiang was still sewing. Dabao and Xiaomei were reading the books she bought with them.

She rubbed her drowsy head, opened the window and took a look, then closed it immediately, closed her eyes again and muttered: "So it's not dawn yet..."

"Auntie, it's not that it's dark, it's that the sun has disappeared."

Dabao raised his head, pointing the right way crisply.

Fang Yao opened her eyes suddenly, put on the mask immediately, and tried to look outside again.

Sure enough, the sky was gray, and the sun revealed a hazy halo behind a thick layer of black fog.

If she took off the mask, the day would immediately become dark and gloomy, similar to the scene at night.

"What's going on..." She couldn't help but muttered to herself in doubt, she thought she would recover the next day...

Fang Yao looked to the northeast again, and the miasma became more and more obvious.

Jiang sighed: "A similar thing happened two years ago, but at night, when I went out to wake up at night, the moon above my head suddenly darkened, and it was gloomy for more than half a month..."

When Jiang talked about this, he became worried, "After that time, there was a severe drought in Daxiang, until now..."

Fang Yao was a little surprised, it turned out that this was not the first time this happened.

As Jiang said, for the next whole day, the sky above his head was full of sun and moon, and it was even darker at night.

On the road, there were more refugees again.

At night, when the convoy was stationed, a girl who looked like a maid came over timidly.

"Excuse me, are you going to Zhangxiang County?"

　Thanks to Aa Axia, book friends 20180220174726094, and Qin Xia for their monthly tickets!Thank you guys~ I went to see the dentist today, the update is late, sorry...

　　
　
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